ISABELLA’S POV
Linda blinked. “Uh… No. Why?”
“What is it this time? Dead lizards?” I groaned.
Linda gave me a weird look. “What?”
I exhaled. “Never mind. You’re gonna think I’m insane. But this morning… My ex left a box of dead rats on my doorstep. With a blood-written message.”
Linda’s jaw dropped. “WHAT? What the hell…wait…wasn’t that the guy from the engagement party? The one with the sad puppy eyes? Kept begging you to take him back?”
“That’s the one.”
“Ohhh, I remember his face. If I ever cross paths with that creep again, I swear…I’ll use his balls to make tea bags and serve it to him.”
I burst out laughing despite myself. “Linda!”
She grinned. “I’m serious. I got long nails and zero patience for psychos.”
“God, I needed that. Thank you.”
She winked. “Anyway, no dead rats
